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Faith in the Darkness
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Category:
M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
2,861
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Pitch Black, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
2
Faith opened her eyes and took several deep breaths before sitting up and looking warily around. The lights were dim and she was lying on a bed, somewhere on the ship. She remembered his voice, 2683 and shuddered. Taking a breath, she slid off the bed, landing softly. It took her a moment to steady herself. Her entire body felt weak, as if she'd just finished a hard workout. Apparently being sucked through time and space is rough on a body. The door of the room stood open and she crept through, watching for the man who'd called himself Richard. She was pretty sure he was human, but she wasn't so sure she could take him down. Better to be on guard. Lights flashed through another doorway and she moved closer.
Her picture glared at her from the huge computer screen that dominated the upper half of one wall, her eyes narrowed, mouth twisted into a sneer. Her mug shot, taken when she was arrested. Lists of information scrolled over the screen beside the photo.
"You may as well come in." Her eyes swung to the chair that sat just to the side of the screen. His back was still to her, but he'd somehow known she was standing there. Cautiously, she entered the room, glancing around to make sure there was no one else there. He spoke again, his voice sounding mocking and amused.
"Faith Chastity Reynolds, born May 11th, 1980. Convicted of murder in 1997 and sentenced to life in prison, without chance of parole. Escaped in April of 1999. Last sighted in Los Angeles, California on June 21 of that year, in the company of a tall, dark haired male. Your lover?" He spun around in the chair, his eyes shining in the low light.
"Hardly," she said, her stance defensive, arms crossed over her chest.
"Quite the rap sheet, Ms. Reynolds."
"It's Faith. Just Faith," she said, sharply. A smirk lifted one corner of his mouth. "All right, Just Faith, now tell me how the fuck you got on my ship and why a-" He glanced at the monitor. "An 883 year old girl still looks 20."
"The amulet-" Her eyes widened and her hand flew to her neck.
"You mean this?" She looked up. He was holding the necklace by the chain, the red jewel swinging and catching the light from the computer screen. She took a step toward it, but he pulled it back.
"I found it on the floor, near where you- appeared. No idea how it got there, though. It was supposed to be packed in my cargo hold, with the rest of Paris' things."
"Paris?"
He glanced at her, his face unreadable.
"Old acquaintance," was all the explanation he gave. He fell silent then, just looking at her, waiting.
She took a breath and let it out slowly.
"I was in the hotel, Angel Investigations headquarters. Wesley, our antiquities expert, had brought in a box of things he'd found in Wolfram and Hart's basement. The amulet was in it. I just picked it up, was looking at it and the damn thing sucked me in. I landed here- with you," she said, glaring at him as if it were his fault. He looked at the amulet, curiously.
"Time travel. Most days, if you tried to use that excuse on me, I'd call you a liar and kill you without a second thought." Her body tensed and she reached for her knife, before she remembered it wasn't there. Damning Angel for his rule about going unarmed at the hotel, she waited. Those strange silver eyes moved back to her face.
"But since your explanation is the only one that fits, lets say I believe you, for now. If I find out you're lying to me, I can always kill you later." He gestured to an empty chair on the other side of the computer screen.
"Have a seat. Tell me about Angel Investigations and what kind of dealings you had with Wolfram and Hart."
Faith's eyes narrowed with suspicion.
"You know the name?" she asked and Riddick smirked as if she'd said something very stupid.
"Everyone knows the name, girl. They're only the biggest damn company in the known universe. They've got their fingers in everything from military to farming."
"Then they really haven't changed since my time, just expanded to space," she muttered. Riddick gestured to the empty chair again.
"Sit. Tell me about life in slam on old Earth, how you got there. Been a long time since I heard about someone else's kills."
~*~
Her picture glared at her from the huge computer screen that dominated the upper half of one wall, her eyes narrowed, mouth twisted into a sneer. Her mug shot, taken when she was arrested. Lists of information scrolled over the screen beside the photo.
"You may as well come in." Her eyes swung to the chair that sat just to the side of the screen. His back was still to her, but he'd somehow known she was standing there. Cautiously, she entered the room, glancing around to make sure there was no one else there. He spoke again, his voice sounding mocking and amused.
"Faith Chastity Reynolds, born May 11th, 1980. Convicted of murder in 1997 and sentenced to life in prison, without chance of parole. Escaped in April of 1999. Last sighted in Los Angeles, California on June 21 of that year, in the company of a tall, dark haired male. Your lover?" He spun around in the chair, his eyes shining in the low light.
"Hardly," she said, her stance defensive, arms crossed over her chest.
"Quite the rap sheet, Ms. Reynolds."
"It's Faith. Just Faith," she said, sharply. A smirk lifted one corner of his mouth. "All right, Just Faith, now tell me how the fuck you got on my ship and why a-" He glanced at the monitor. "An 883 year old girl still looks 20."
"The amulet-" Her eyes widened and her hand flew to her neck.
"You mean this?" She looked up. He was holding the necklace by the chain, the red jewel swinging and catching the light from the computer screen. She took a step toward it, but he pulled it back.
"I found it on the floor, near where you- appeared. No idea how it got there, though. It was supposed to be packed in my cargo hold, with the rest of Paris' things."
"Paris?"
He glanced at her, his face unreadable.
"Old acquaintance," was all the explanation he gave. He fell silent then, just looking at her, waiting.
She took a breath and let it out slowly.
"I was in the hotel, Angel Investigations headquarters. Wesley, our antiquities expert, had brought in a box of things he'd found in Wolfram and Hart's basement. The amulet was in it. I just picked it up, was looking at it and the damn thing sucked me in. I landed here- with you," she said, glaring at him as if it were his fault. He looked at the amulet, curiously.
"Time travel. Most days, if you tried to use that excuse on me, I'd call you a liar and kill you without a second thought." Her body tensed and she reached for her knife, before she remembered it wasn't there. Damning Angel for his rule about going unarmed at the hotel, she waited. Those strange silver eyes moved back to her face.
"But since your explanation is the only one that fits, lets say I believe you, for now. If I find out you're lying to me, I can always kill you later." He gestured to an empty chair on the other side of the computer screen.
"Have a seat. Tell me about Angel Investigations and what kind of dealings you had with Wolfram and Hart."
Faith's eyes narrowed with suspicion.
"You know the name?" she asked and Riddick smirked as if she'd said something very stupid.
"Everyone knows the name, girl. They're only the biggest damn company in the known universe. They've got their fingers in everything from military to farming."
"Then they really haven't changed since my time, just expanded to space," she muttered. Riddick gestured to the empty chair again.
"Sit. Tell me about life in slam on old Earth, how you got there. Been a long time since I heard about someone else's kills."
~*~